Aeternum – Poetry
The burning embers and the spitting flames,
The falling flakes of the silvery remains.
But if every cloud has a silver lining,
However can I leave mine dying?
So I built myself from the dusty cinders,
Strand by strand from the scattered flinders.
From the cold ashes of my fallen grace
I rose again through the binding case.
The route of the Eternal Snake
Shall be my guide in this make.
For when the flames crumble on a cold night,
I shall walk again till I go up in light.
But darling, whenever shall you learn?
Through every cold words you make me burn
I shall rise again for you to learn
For I was never another Troy for you to burn.